The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The castle was wrapped in flames.

Long history burns away in an instant.

Cultures and buildings created by people are mostly finished by people's hands.

Winners trample losers, deprive them of their human rights, and turn them into things.

Killing each other is human nature. If there is no longer a cage of peaceful daily life and morality, there will be people who will rap, rob, and kill the weak. God made people look like themselves. But what exactly did the soul look like? I wonder if it's the devil. Is it a beast? Or...

I think so, Matteo took a deep breath.

I feel like I'm getting sentimental at a time like this and I'm getting old.

A warrior who once stood up for Hydrangea as the guardian of the unrivalled battlefield, women and children, was disappointed in the people.

"... Matsuo, did all the maids escape safely?"

His master, the young queen Scarlet, was coughing at the smoke and wondering about his servants.

Should I say she was a queen?

This castle will also fall soon.

There is only one Matsuo left to follow her.

Matsuo's chest hurts.

A flame of pine light burst out in my right hand.

They walk in an unmanned corridor early enough.

If we don't get through some of the castle's hidden doors, we can't get to this place.

However, it was only a matter of time before a hidden passage could be found in the stream of smoke that spread throughout the castle.

The rebels will collapse here soon.

Still, even if you're no longer queen, Scarlet's beautiful red hair and red eyes don't lose their nobility.

Because true pride seeps from the inside of the mind, regardless of status or power.

No luck, but indeed Scarlet was a worthy owner of the Queen.

Unfortunately, I was truly cursed.

It was as if the devil was always turning his hand behind his back trying to discredit Scarlet.

"Thanks to Her Majesty's splendid exploitation,"

Scarlet smiled bitterly at Matsuo, who felt remorse and finally lowered his head.

"... I'm glad. But you don't have to call me Your Majesty. The crown has just been thrown away. 'Cause I'm in the way of running. It weighed a little too much on me. I liked the crown of wild grass. It's just a scarlet. That's why Matsuo..."

Scarlet's feet stopped. My shoulders tremble.

"... you can run away now... don't worry about me... anymore..."

Clogging words and gripping fists.

Matteo looked at his master's lonely back with a sad feeling.

I looked like a little girl who got lost.

He was a kind and wise queen, worthy of being called a famous lord.

I always set myself aside and prioritized the happiness of others.

I was always thinking about the people and struggling while I was asleep.

On his delicate shoulders, he carried the future of Hydrangea, which he was about to destroy, and crossed into a mighty quadruple power.

When I saw her, I was convinced that God had created a soul that resembled his own.

But God did not reward her for her efforts.

"I... I don't know where I went wrong... how did this happen...!... why...!"

Matsuo gently placed his big hand on the shoulder of the swallowing scarlet.

Its thick warmth irritates the heart of the damaged scarlet.

"Forgive me for speaking to you. No matter how others assess it, Scarlett is the only queen I recognize.... I'll ask you, without hesitation. Do you think you're missing me?"

In response to Matteo's question, Scarlet raised her face with tears.

"... no! No! Matteo is a better fighter than anyone!! I just defeated five brave Rudy and Wolf Ralph!! He defended me and fought more bravely than anyone!! No one is missing!!"

Matsuo lost interest in the hard work of denial.

Yes, he was always angry with others for laughing and overlooking his bad words to himself. Nothing has changed since I was a girl.

"Then don't underestimate yourself. I assure you, warrior. You were a wise monarch. I loved this country and have mercy on its people. This matsuo, I've been watching it all along. Tighten your chest. You had great virtue. [M] I was just a little unlucky. If you're not lucky, there's nothing you can do about it."

Matsuo spoke and nodded his head, as his father taught his young daughter.

"... uhh, stop. I'm not the little girl you were driving around with..."

Matsuo laughed at the scarlet, which returned to the tone of her girlhood.

"Whatever it is... even Her Majesty's heart is still the same as your weight, for me as a child. Here, like this."

"... cum!? Hey, Mattsuo...!!"

Matsuo gently sits her shoulders up when she turns her left hand around the body of the scarlet.

It's not a shoulder car that spins your neck.

It's a separation job where you sit the scarlet on your left shoulder.

The shoulders of the gigantic body were wide enough for adult women to sit on.

Walk gently as if the scarlet was not heavy.

Scarlet stuck in a hurry.

I felt like I was riding a giant bear or something.

"... it's light. Such a light little body made you walk with heavier responsibilities than anyone else. I've always wanted to help you this way. I apologize for letting you walk alone. That must have been tough.... you did your best."

With a deep and gentle voice, the hand of the scarlet stuck to Matsuo trembled.

"... I wanted to do something about this country... and I wanted to save everyone... and I couldn't do anything... and I was helpless... and all the people complained about me... and they told me that they... worked so hard...?"

The pharynx is mixed and your voice is cut off.

Matteo nodded loudly.

"... of course. People don't have eyes. I'll do it all the time. Protecting the beautiful queen to the end is an irresistible duty for the knights left behind in our time. When we meet again in the afterlife, the men of the former Royal Guard will envy us. They loved the story of that mold grown in knights. Haha, as the last survivor of the old SS, we have to show hundreds of people what a knight's will is. You're not the only one who thinks so. The same goes for the veterans who trampled on the castle."

When Matsuo winked and laughed like a prank, Scarlet finally killed her voice and burst into tears.

"Guys... I'm glad you left me alone... because I can't thank you anymore... and everyone's risking their lives for me..."

The tears she had endured until now broke down, and Scarlet cried like a toddler, hugging Matsuo's head.

"... you can cry not for yourself but for others. That's why they're willing to risk their lives. Show me how you feel."

The pine lights that I had burned quietly.

The faces of Scarlet's few allied veterans float behind Matsuo's head.

Scarlet remembered all their faces and names.

They are defending their lives to let her escape, and they are still holding the rebels back.

The veterans who decided to prepare themselves were not afraid of death.

He smiled, shouted, and scattered into the battlefield one after another.

Even though I knew I was going to die, the old warriors walked to the placement place, blinking and laughing like a boy. The sum of your ages is rude when you can't beat your enemies, with some dragging their feet and others letting their comrades lend you their shoulders.

If it were true, they would have retired and lived happily ever after surrounded by their children and grandchildren, who once again rushed into Scarlett's crisis as warriors.

"... that preparedness is brilliant. Wait for me. Old friends. I'll be there soon, too. Let's get along and have a drink with those left over from the times."

Matteo spoke quietly in his heart.

When Scarlett sent out the veterans, he held each of them in tears.

The veterans laughed proudly. Her face was shining.

At that moment, they were the protagonists on the stage.

Without reward or praise, I was sincerely happy to die as a proud man instead of dying of old age.

"... I see. Men are stupid creatures. But that foolishness is so creepy in our time.

His face was distorted by the pain of the wound, and Matteo smiled at the scarlet, dismissing it with a mood.

"... you won't get sick. They wanted to die as warriors, not as old men. Master Scarlett doesn't think of them as nobody. They remember each other. For a real warrior, that's all it takes..."

Scarlet leaned and swallowed, trembling her shoulders in grief as she drove a few of her allies to death.

Matsuo chewed her lips to think how hard she felt and couldn't help it.

The people Scarlett loved and tried to protect are now coming to the castle to kill her.

Whores, wasters, treacherous and outrageous, scattering unbearable curses and gossips.

True to rumors of no roots or leaves, they rage to clear up their daily rage.

When a crowd of fools is possessed by madness, they turn into an uncontrollable mob.

It gathers in one direction, as if led by the devil, and approaches the castle.

Hydrangean citizens today are not worthy of protection.

Even his favorite Matsuo was particularly limited to the ungrateful.

If Scarlet gets off the Queen's throne and flees, the land will be ravaged by the Four Powers and turned into hell.

Until now, she had desperately supported her, so she managed to maintain her national appearance.

Destroying them is karma.

The foolish people invited themselves.

Scarlet is no longer responsible for saving them.

Yet she didn't escape to the end.

No one understands, has received unspeakable accusations, endured loneliness, and nevertheless attempted to fulfil her duties as queen. The sanctity was on the contrary.

Scarlet didn't say a word of tears and did her job until the end.

I was ready for today's fall.

At last, I let the ladies escape the castle with a splendid extraction.

I was on the lead in arranging all the escape routes.

It's not for me.

For your servants who will not abandon themselves.

I gently persuaded the maids who were crying and clinging to me that they would meet again later.

Scarlet told a sad lie.

I intended to stay in the castle because of Hana.

To keep the maids safe on the road, to keep their eyes as close to themselves as possible.

Matteo talks to his dear friends and loved ones in his heart.

"... the Duke of Red, look. Esseleed, are you watching? Master Scarlett has done well to the end. Let's be proud. Our eyes were right. Unfortunately, he was a rare master. And... oh, you've known that qualities since Scarlett was a baby. And you entrusted me with your most precious treasure. Thank you very much.

Matsuo remembered the face of Mary, a lover who could not accompany her more than anyone else.

Now I feel that the late Mary is gentle and heartbroken.

I still dream of the day I met her.

When I first met Mary, who was a Scarlett's nanny, when I visited the Red Duke's residence on duty, I was very attracted. I couldn't help but wonder.

I was intrigued by the brightness of it, always laughing happily, and I checked its origins and was stunned.

Mary lost both her father and mother early and was lonely all her life.

The husband died in an accident at the end of his arrow trying to be happy, tied to his childhood husband.

Even though I was raising my son by myself, it was an amazing life to be bitten to death by a magic dog in front of me. No matter how much they kicked him off, Matteo didn't give up trying to get his son back, and he never let go of his son, who had become a wreck, and his hands trembled.

In her midteens, Mary was experiencing the hardships of her life.

With such painful eyes, I admired the strength of caring gently for others without looking at the dust.

Respect soon turned into love.

Most about love, his wife Matteo barely spoke while Mary was working as a nurse at the Duke's Mansion. Sometimes I was a long time younger, and I was satisfied with my reluctant greetings and loving social stories. Speaking of prominent conversations, it was when she first revealed her real name.

"... yes, Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha... that's my real name."

That day, on a leaky day, Mary looked back and told me with a smile.

With some applause, Mary's birthplace became a conversation in which a woman had two names.

There was a newborn scarlet on his chest, resting in peace.

Matteo repeatedly rebelled in his heart that he would never forget the name he had taught me.

I was too focused to hear Mary's story.

"... in the Croucasian region where I was born, a woman has a long real name in addition to her common name. It will be very hard to remember. But I have a little romantic legend. When a demon comes to turn into a lover, you can tell if your real name is right or not, whether it's a real lover or an object. If it's the name of the woman I love, I'm sure you won't forget it no matter how long..."

While Mary's words were not finished, Matteo, who was groaning downwards, raised his face.

"... uhm!! Futari Chinaya Fustriecha!! I remember it!! I won't forget it anymore"

As she nodded and smiled at Matsuo, Mary fainted, then bitterly smiled at Matsuo's innocent smile and sighed small.

"... um, what's wrong?"

"... Matsuo-sama is a natural woman. I think it's better to be careful, because you might get caught up in some trouble before you know it."

"Oh, my God!? Why!?"

Matsuo's eyes turned black and white when a favorite woman uttered unexpected words.

I just miss the memory of being taught the details of the conversation at that time, having a feeling of fire coming out of my face, and being about to wander around.

He conveyed his feelings to Mary after she had resigned from the Duke's residence due to various circumstances.

At the Duke's residence, which she had visited on an assignment, Matteo found out that she had stopped being a nurse, and changed her appearance and chased the ride carriage by horse. Matteo himself was going to hide it, but the Duke of Red had long been aware of Matteo's clumsy love and had politely told her where Mary was going.

The passengers applauded the knights of the giants who ran through the green hills of the blue sky and confessed their love loudly to Mary while wearing the flashy red and blue torso of the Royal Guard. It was like a scene on the stage.

Mary, who was confused at first, eventually accepted love when she realized that Matsuo's feelings were real. While working at the Duke's Mansion, I knew Matsuo's gentle personality well. I was also attracted to honesty.

"... when I first met someone so big in mind and body, I was touched. A woman like this will surely be the happiest in the world."

Later, he told me so in a shy way.

"... my hunch wasn't wrong."

I applied it with redness to my ears.

Matteo and Mary loved each other deeply.

But no matter how much Matteo tries to defeat her, Mary stubbornly refuses to marry.

Because if you marry a civilian girlfriend, Matsuo will lose his place as a nobleman.

Matteo, of course, is not a man who cares about that.

He is not light enough to fall in love and forget reality.

I thought about everything, and I felt sincere when I got angry.

Still, even Matsuo, who had never lost on the battlefield, finally didn't realize her feelings for life.

"Because I like you more than anyone else, I don't want to be the only one with a good leg."

To Mary, who talks with her readiness,

"... I'm not such a big man. Considering you suddenly disappeared, the tremors of your feet were terrible... and I couldn't live much alone. Such a tiny person. That's why I want to protect you from my eyes forever."

And Matteo cried.

She watched her eyes in surprise and burst out.

Then he jumped into Matsuo's chest to get started, turned his hand around his back, and looked down.

"... I'm glad you think so... I'm happy to die now. I'm really happy... so I'm fine. You can't turn your back on such happiness and leave Miss Matsuo behind and disappear somewhere. But... well... if anything happens to me... look at Scarlett and remember me. And please protect Miss Scarlet as if she were me."

"Scarlet...? Daughter of the Red Duke? But why..."

Mary smiled as she opened her eyes and stared at the neat matsuo.

"Thanks to my daughter's nanny, I was able to meet Matsuo. Both Joshua and my husband have lost everything, but thanks to you and your young lady, I know the joy of loving people again.... I love you. Master Matsuo, I will leave you and your daughter with a little bit of my best love. Even if I'm gone, I'll always be with you two. People die. But among the people you love, you can live together as memories. All my loved ones who left me did so and left me with love. You will laugh at the grandmother's appearance, but as proof of my life, I want you to watch over Mr. Scarlett instead of me..."

Mary asked for it in Matteo's arms as she clasped.

Something that makes you laugh. I just remember respect for your kindness. All right. I promise you, I'm proud of this Matsuo. So don't alternate between being less anxious and being happy. I wonder if I should be sad, happy, or... "

While holding Mary, Matsuo swore.

"... thank you. I love you, Master Matsuo. Would you like to stay tonight? I happen to cook a little too much..."

All of Matsuo's favorites were available. There's no way it happened.

The heart became hot.

It was a lonely season on the brink of snow.

A strange girl came to Matsuo that night from her unusual self.

"... oh, I love everything about you, happy and broken... how happy I am to see you and love you..."

As she stared at the matsuo she embraced, Mary murmured with her cheeks full of moisture.

After that, did you become embarrassed by your words? I tried to twist my forehead on Matsuo's chest and hid my face, so I couldn't see it. Mary was always calm and childish.

Matsuo tried to mouth a proposal that filled his chest with love and became thousands of pieces.

But Mary kissed Matteo's lips and didn't let him talk.

"... the words are good now. Just hug me like this all the time. I want to feel your love with my body..."

The cold at night was severe, but the two were warm enough for each other's body temperature.

Mary remained in Matsuo's arms until morning.

... as if you're trying to keep your skin warm forever.

Her breath, her neck-tingling hair, her white skin, her girlish hugging, her slightly rough hands, her lovely gazing eyes, and her wonderful smile. Like yesterday, Matteo can remember vividly. Twenty years after that, the memory flowers cannot fade. Mary left all that love in Matsuo.

In the morning when you sent me out, Matteo was very familiar with the beauty of Mary's side face that she saw in the morning.

We spent a great night together, and love was recruiting even more.

In order to be moved, Matteo took Vale out of his pocket as a bride and tried to propose again without punishment.

But Mary stretched out Matteo's lips and closed them with her fingers.

"... even if it doesn't take the form of marriage, I'm satisfied.... I was happy to meet you. I love you. I'm sure this feeling is above all certain and eternal."

Say it with those words. Looking forward to seeing you again, he said, with a warm smile on his face. Mary always was. It's hard to break up, but that's why Mary once told me that it's our village's custom to hope for the other person's happiness and send them out with a smile.

And that was the last smile that Matteo saw of Mary.

... when we met again, Mary was as cold as ice.

It was a heavy snow day. The city was as cold as brick.

Near the platform of the coach, she suddenly fell and left.

I was on my way to meet Scarlet, who took care of me as a nanny.

A man who looked at the noise of the wild horse happened to be Matsuo and her acquaintance, and hurried the obituary to Matsuo.

The rushing Matteo had a sad reunion with Mary at her acquaintance's house.

Matteo collapsed. Your vision, your heart, has become like a blizzard.

I couldn't believe Mary's death, lying asleep. I just saw the smile you sent me the other day, and I didn't want to believe it. Whether I rubbed hard or called desperately, my beloved no longer responded. The cold of the body temperature brutally conveyed Mary's death. Matsuo, an experienced warrior, never misses a man's death.

"... why...!!... didn't you tell me not to leave me..."

Matsuo wept as he stared at the stiff arm that was proud to beat down any enemy.

"If only I could take you with me...!!... for whatever reason, this arm...!"

Matteo had a groan of anguish.

The skin of my gripped hand was torn and there was no powder and blood.

When Mary, whom I truly loved, needed help, her hands were of no use.

I didn't get what I really wanted to retain.

"... poor thing, it's getting so cold... in the snow, you must have been cold by yourself. You must have missed me. What... I want to protect you for the rest of my life... while I slap my big mouth, I... what's the one thing I can do when it matters...!!... what's the one thing I couldn't do...!!"

Matteo cried and looked up to heaven.

Warmed by Matsuo's body temperature, the frozen snow on Mary's face thawed.

The water builds up and falls on her face for a moment.

It was like tears of farewell to Matsuo.

Matsuo soaked the water droplets with his siftable fingers.

He smiles hard and talks.

"... I'm sorry.... it's a man's shame to make him cry at the end. But I'll keep my promise to you, even if it costs me my life. Leave Miss Scarlet to me.... so... don't cry anymore.... I liked your smile... thank you so much... like you did, I'll laugh and see you off..."

Matsuo's trembling hands stroking Mary's cheeks stopped.

Next to Mary, who would never laugh again, I saw a ruthlessly crushed handmade red-haired doll sleeping with her. She said she was trampled on the wheels of a carriage on the street near where Mary was lying. Matteo knew it was a doll Mary had prepared for Scarlet's happiness. I remember you sewing happily. The smile of memory was bright and vivid, and it was still deep in my heart.

"... uhh... gu... ahh...!"

Matteo, who didn't cry at all on any battlefield, finally couldn't hear him, roared, and cried to the man.

... I want you to keep an eye on Scarlet for yourself.

The words became like Mary's will.

Matteo never forgot the promise for the rest of his life.

Thanks to this, I have been able to defend a scarlet with many enemies.

Scarlet took over as queen and continued to support her as a close associate.

I never told Scarlet Mary's will.

Scarlet doesn't even know that her nanny was called Mary.

I think that's fine. You don't have to go out of your way to say it.

There was a "spell of happiness" that Scarlet used to sing frequently when she was a child.

I can't forget the surprise when you told Matteo that she was feeling better after losing Mary and feeling depressed and exhausted. I still remember interacting with young Scarlett.

When she visited the Duke's Mansion after Mary's death, Matteo was embraced by a six-year-old scarlet.

Children can sniff their allies sharply.

Kind giant Matteo was always crowded with children wherever he went.

The scarlet embraced by Matsuo's gigantic arms was overwhelmed with visibility from unusual heights. When I saw the vigorous state, I almost cried unconsciously. When Mary looked forward to reuniting with the growing scarlet, she wondered how pleased she was.

Scarlet looked up in a daze.

"... why are you crying, Matsuo? Something sad happened to you?

"No, no, this is..."

Matteo was in a hurry when she was pointed at tears. I tried to wipe it in haste, but my hands were blocked with a scarlet.

"You know, Matteo, stick it around your neck."

Earlier than Matsuo answered, the young scarlet climbed lightly as it stuck to Matsuo's body.

Hold him with both hands and whisper around his ears as he hangs around his fat neck.

"... I'm pretty sure. You don't have to cry. I'm going to sing Matsuo a happy spell that I know. I always use this spell to cheer up when things get tough. Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha... Fly away with Matteo's sad feelings."

Matsuo's eyeballs were opened in astonishment.

It wasn't a spell. It was a long, unforgettable person's real name.

"... you know, keep it a secret. Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha is really the name of my nanny when I was a baby. You took great care of me. I don't remember anymore, but when I broke up, I hugged him and cried. That's why I think about him, like his dead mother. When I say my name, I get courage."

Scarlett taught me in embarrassment.

Matsuo's eyes were filled with tears.

It is a word that is too long for a young child to grow up.

I'm sure I've spoken the name when I touch it.

Like the beginning, the memory and words of the dead lover come back to life.

Even when a person dies, it remains in the memory of the people he loves. We can continue to live together.

Mary's words were true.

"... the love you left behind was indeed in the princess... your thoughts are still alive... phthalee chinaya fustriecha... we will always be together... hmm!! Princess Scarlet, thank you. This Matsuo, indeed, gave me the courage to use that spell."

Matteo thought she was worried about herself and that Mary had borrowed Scarlet's words to encourage her.

It is not the right time to cry.

I still have a role to play.

So one day, in the afterlife, I'll keep crying until I see you again.

I'll make you cry with all my heart.

Are you amazed? [M] Or will you laugh at me to welcome you back?

When Matteo spoke in his heart, he glanced up and smiled at the scarlet.

"... Futali Chinaya Fustriecha. What a wonderful spell."

"... right?"

I don't know what that word meant, but I was glad that Matteo was feeling better, and when I was a kid, Scarlet laughed at me.

Matteo looked up into the sky and meditated while holding the young scarlet.

Mary's face overlapped Scarlet's innocent smile, even though the blood was not connected at all.

My beloved Mary is still with Scarlet.

That's what Matteo believed.

Matteo didn't say anything, but ever since then I've thought of Scarlet as my own daughter.

Especially after the death of the Red Duke. It was worthwhile watching the growth.

But it's over for today, too.

The creepy blunt pain ran through his spine again, and Matsuo learned that the wound was open.

The feeling of raw and warm bleeding is transmitted to your back.

He hid it in Scarlet, but when he defeated Rudy, one of the five warriors, and Ralph the Wolf, he was badly wounded. Walls and ceilings ran the same way as the ground, and when they fought indoors, they became stronger enemies than Brad. It was too bad to fight while covering Scarlett. He also joined Solomon, the five warriors, and suffered Matsuo with wisdom. Barely drove them out of combat, but in exchange, Matsuo lost his life and his favorite iron ball.

I stopped bleeding in temper, but it probably won't be long now.

The warrior's intuition taught Matsuo his death.

"... you've always held me well, my body. It was a long struggle. Thank you. And, Father, Mother, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me an unusual robust body. Just a little longer... until I finish my last job. I can't let Princess Scarlet see me dead. I can't bear any more pity than this one.

In his heart, Matteo murmured.

It is getting dark in front of me.

The two followed the column-style vertical room-strike.

The colour of the discolored pillars and walls tells the history of the room.

There is a lot of dust on the floor.

Because there is nothing to clean this room, which is usually closed.

Few even know of the existence of this room.

The footprints were lit up because Matsuo occasionally went down for inspection.

Matteo gently lowered the scarlet from her shoulders to prevent her body from shaking.

The scarlet is sharp. If you don't hurry, they will realize the fatal wound.

"... I'm afraid, Your Majesty. Can you hold this light for a while? Because it opens this door that leads to a way out. Don't let them drop you. The way out is the darkness of the blind. Without a light, we're stuck. It's a certain shape, so I hit my head everywhere, how much cobb would it be?"

Nodded with a serious face, Matteo laughed at the scarlet that received the pine light and opened the door disguised as a stone wall. Matsuo's shoulder muscles bulge. The floor shook at once. Only a small dent is the handle. The door where the stone is stuck to the surface is very heavy. You won't be able to move at all with the same pride of power. The door to this escape, which can only be opened with every effort, is the last point of the Royal Guard, and only what can move the door has been chosen as the captain of the Royal Guard for generations.

I sweated from Matsuo's forehead.

It's incredibly hard to do things that are always easy.

Vitality is rapidly losing with blood.

The door was barely open, but Matteo was finally standing and awkwardly staggered.

"... matsuo!? okay!?"

Scarlett rushed over to support Matsuo, noticing that his feet were getting wet black and screaming small. The bleeding from Matsuo's back conveyed the legs and created a blood clot.

"... Matteo!! You're so hurt!! Why didn't you tell me!?"

"... oh, my God, they've noticed. Well, it's not a big scratch. I'll catch up with you after a short break, so please, first..."

Matsuo smiled bitterly, suppressed his desire to hold the scarlet, and put his hand on his back with all his thoughts. Since I was a kid, I've held up my back with my hands around it many times. I've always loved you like my own daughter. How much you've been saved by that little warmth and smile.

"Don't be ridiculous!! I can't go alone!? I order you as queen!! Let me go!!"

"... oh, my, unusual order to name the queen. But I can't just listen to that order.... Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha... please be happy with Mr Scarlett. ……………………………………

Together with a prayer to cut off his thoughts, he forced the resisting scarlet to a way out.

Push the door with your back and close it all at once.

Much heavier sounds were heard, and a thick door slammed between the two.

Matsuo exhaled loudly and fell apart with his back on the door.

"... Matteo!! Open it!! Please!! You're going to die!! Open it!! Open it!!... Let me die with you...!!"

Scarlet is crying and slamming the door.

Matsuo smiles and talks as he feels the sound on his back.

"... can you keep up with an old tale that doesn't have a little love for others? Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha... Remember? A pleasant spell long ago when the princess tried to comfort me. This is the name of the nanny you admired. Actually, I've known that name for a long time. Someone was the only woman I ever loved... I was surprised. When I heard her name in the princess's mouth."

"... Futaly Chinaya Fustriecha... Matsuo's lover..."

Matteo talks calmly to the losing scarlet.

"On the left. The common name is Mary. There was only one story that came to mind. She was bright, cute and kind. She was an unbearable woman. I've always wondered about Scarlett as if she was worried about her daughter. I can still remember the happy face I was looking forward to seeing her again."

As I spoke, smoke floated into the quarantined room.

We should assume that the whole castle was lit with fire.

Old soldiers can't live anymore.

No one would have praised him or her, but he or she would have died on mission.

Matteo meditated.

I thought I was happy to die from the last conversation I had with my beloved scarlet.

"... unfortunately, I thought of Princess Scarlett as my daughter and kept an eye on her. Like someone and Mary's real child..."

"I'll always... be like my real father...!! So please!! Open the door...!! Please... Matsuo... Dad...!!"

Matteo opened his eyes and smiled.

"Haha... this is the best word I've ever heard. But that's why I can't open this door. Parents throw their lives for their children. Thanks to this, it looks like Mary will finally be able to face her in some afterlife. Please be merciful and let me cum with this best feeling."

Matteo realized that his determination would not be broken, and Scarlet broke down crying across the wall.

"... please don't cry. Oh, I'm smiling now. Someone once let a loved one die alone. But this time I can wave all my strength for the one I love. What a happy thing. Even if I'm dying, I don't feel like losing to thousands of soldiers right now...!!"

Matsuo laughed happily while desperately connecting his sense of interruption.

"Please live. Don't waste everyone's thoughts. For now, as the last queen, walk steadfastly forward. Remember Ethel Reed? From the riverside of this escape, all of Essel Reed will guide you out of the country. I left it for you before he died.... and... after that, I don't know if you want to be happy..."

Matsuo's words were broken, and his neck fell.

"... Matsuo!?... Matsuo!! Reply!! Matsuo!!"

He slowly opened his eyelids to Scarlet's cry and smiled bitterly.

"... oh, I was sleeping inadvertently. Good morning.... reassure someone."

As she squeezed out a bitter matsuo, Scarlet pushed her tearful cheeks against the cold door.

I closed my eyes and trembled like I was about to feel the warmth of Matsuo's back at the door.

Stopping here any longer would nullify Matsuo's life-threatening preference.

It's not just Matsuo.

Both Esseleed and the veterans scattered for themselves.

She could not cry without feelings.

Scarlet was a poor queen.

"... Matteo, his loyalty, as queen, will never be forgotten.... goodbye."

The words of separation were spoken with the desire to exhale blood, and Scarlet opened her cheeks from the door.

"... goodbye, Dad..."

Matteo laughed joyfully across the door, whispering a little.

"... goodbye, Your Majesty. Goodbye, my dear daughter."

Scarlet turned her back to the door and walked out fast, desperately holding her swallow.

"... I don't know if I'm gonna cry... people, you saved my life for the Queen... the more I cry, the less my life is...!... I am the queen...!"

Bite your lips, swallow your teeth, and the scarlet goes through a dark escape alone.

But tears continued to flow in his tongue and abdomen, illuminated by the flames of pine light, and continued to fall into pity.

After seeing the footsteps of the scarlet fade away, Matteo rose to his feet and worked on the final steps to make the scarlet safer to escape. Wake up with incredible indomitable mental strength as you fall on your knees over and over again. Despite the pain of dying, Matsuo did not leak a single groan. His thoughts about Scarlet were moving his body.

When all the preparations were finally completed, the surroundings were covered in smoke, with uncertain visibility.

When Matteo was relieved to do something before his life's spirit vanished, breathed heavily, and put his strength into the chains he held in his hands.

A memorable sharp killer stabbed Matsuo.

"... I finally found it!! It's good to see you!! Matsuo's old man!! Now let me settle with you and Sashi!!"

The heat that came into the room caused the air to flow, and the smoke burst out.

Beyond the dim smoke, a wild young man with brown skin blurred his truncated golden eyes and smiled with his teeth peeled. The wolf-cut neckline feels like stiffness.

He had a huge iron bow and was aiming for Matsuo.

Iron bows are usually unbearable.

Yet young people's arrows do not move slightly. It was incredible.

Matsuo realized that he had met the worst opponent.

All I can think of is a bitter smile.

It seems that the God of Destiny is so ill-conceived to hit this man on his dying self.

"... on the way here, I saw Rudy and his partner's wolf, and Solomon down!! It was the old man! It's impossible for anyone but you to beat them and miss them without stabbing them! That's it!! That's why I really want to win you!!"

The brown young man shouted with excitement and joy.

"You will accept this Arnold's fulfillment!! Of course, it will be fair and one-on-one!!"

Arnold the Dark Hunter, one of the five warriors, smiled invincibly and challenged Matsuo to fight.